Fresh Static (day 98)

There used to be

smoke and gunshots

when I heard your name

Chaos would reign

when I closed my eyes

 

There used to be

the bangs of cannons and

lightning and drums

Now it’s fresh static,

a picture coming loose from its frame

 

I know I should envy the quiet

but I want all the noise in the world

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Written 10/31/16

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Static

An interesting word: obscuring disruptive sound or haze or too much noise, like you said - Cool write this. What you want is what you want and usually what you miss. - a -


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